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The Thespian certainly was an interesting creature. It piqued his interest to know that she was flirting right back with him, offering herself up like a ##### in heat. A smirk nested upon his lips as he allowed his gaze to rake over her being. The orbs she held caught his immediate notice as they changed as she spoke, becoming as void as the night he so happily endured. This only made him want her more, knowing that she wasn’t this innocent little lass she portrayed herself to be. She was a demon like him, a monstress waiting in the night. “Baby, that’s what us monsters do.” her next sultry words confirmed his thinking as her eyes pulsed in the soft glow of dawn. “That’s how it should be. You’re not the only thing that lurks in the shadows, or the only killer.” He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, but her words only brought more excitement to him.

The Starry Demon heard her soft exhale as he teased her, watching her turn to face him. Her plume was still tucked upon her back, opening herself up to him. “Since you asked…I have plenty of ideas. For starters, why don’t you take what you want from me.” It felt like a command, and Phobus didn’t take that too well. Though, he let it brush off as he knew what he could do her. A growl sounded from his throat, guttural as he quickly moved, knocking her to the ground as he stood over her. He lowered his head to her audit as he lowered himself slightly. “Careful what you wish for, dove.” He snarled into her ear, his breath hot as his ivories gripped onto her scruff tightly, mounting the lass that so openly wanted him.

As he slid inside of her, a loud groan left him, muffled by the fur in his mouth. He set a hard pace, claws digging into the ground beside her as he moved. The Demon’s fur was spiked up on his back as he groaned out, eyes sliding shut as he felt how good she felt. Intense feelings built up inside of him as he shoved himself harder inside of her, attempting to get as deep as he could get, not caring if it hurt her in the meantime. “Scream my name,” he commanded her, still muffled as he gripped upon her neck tighter, pinning her in place on the ground.

The Monster hadn’t had this in so long, been locked away in a celibate cage while he took shelter in Tarben. Eyre hadn’t even given him anything to work with yet. He needed a release of all of his pent up emotion. “#### Alesana,” He groaned out loudly as felt himself release, biting on her scruff, tasting blood that gushed from the small wound.

His breathing was heavy as he climbed off her, laying down beside her, grunting as he did so. “Let me know if you want more,” He muttered to her, his crimson gaze meeting hers for a moment. As he looked at her, he did admire the beauty she held, however her dangerous outlook was something he was extremely fond of. Someone who wanted power as much as he did, someone who wasn’t afraid to hurting to get what they wanted.